Chant du Cygne November is notoriously contrary, but this delicious afternoon I headed for the beach. You’d not suppose that marching to the tide-edge, preceded by a fifty-kilo brute buck-leaping backwards, would trigger musing. But as he sniffs my pocket, woofs and circles, frantic to play fetch, I find myself by chance upon a busman’s…
This is a socially conscious poetry collection through personal narratives and reflections on war and other tragedies. Poetry comes from emotion. Love is the most ecstatic of emotions, and this poet appears to be saying, “If this is an emotional craft, then why can’t I begin from its awesome side?” The last two lines of…
empty glass on picnic table Look at that empty glass 100% full of air; & 100% full of light also in there. That’s two hundred percent at once simultaneously occupying the same space in perfect harmony. Look at that empty glass in which space of totality seems so central to the glass but basks…
Never Allowed to Be Young A pail of water to fetch for Mama Before she collapses for good Then a basket of bread To sell before the sun sets. A ragged Raggedy Ann doll Gathers dust in the corner of the hut While a TV across the ocean Portrays two preteens bickering loudly….
3 POEMS BY EMMANUEL UMEJI COMMUNING today a white mark appears on my face it is summer & the winter hanging above my roof had wrapped her water in her womb awaiting a new winter to spill her rain-beads & today it’s winter o’clock & summer is holding her dust into her oesophagus, awaiting another…